Текст песни М.Ю. Лермонтов - Сон

In half-day heat in the Valley of Dagestan
With lead in the chest lay real estate;
Deep still smoked the wound,
Along the blood, my blood rushed.

I lay one on the sand of the valley;
The ledges of the cliffs were crowded around
And the sun laughed their yellow peaks
And I burned me - but I slept dead sleep.

And I dreamed of shining lights
Evening feast in the ridden side.
Between young wives who are crowned with flowers
It was a conversation cheerful about me.

But in the conversation is cheerful without entering
Sitting there thoughtfully alone
And in the sad sleep of the soul of her mladay
God knows what was immersed;

And dreamed of the Valley of Dagestan;
Familiar corpse lying in the valley of that;
In his chest, smoking Chernela Rana,
And the blood flowed the crewing jet.